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One-time deal

The election’s sixth week is 10 a.m. on Friday.[]

At this moment, Yi Cheng had just arrived at Zhong Jialiang's mansion and was asking his subordinates to go home to bring him a dress. Otherwise, it would be rude to meet with the adults from all walks of life with the smell of coal smoke from behind the train. However, in Longchuan City, thousands of miles away, it seemed calm this morning: the general returned to Beijing and left, and the Democratic Party members immediately went to Dongjiang to fish and eat wild game with their campaign funds, for the reason of entertaining reporters from the newspaper. The Liberal Party was stabbed by their own people and was retaliating against each other. They gritted their teeth and "fighting in the nest" today, and there was no sign of anything happening; the only thing that came out and was conspicuous under the sun on Sany Street was Huang Enweng's fist.

The boss of Longchuantang today was wearing a civilized stick and crystal sunglasses. He dressed himself up like a fashionable squire. He sat in seven or eight rickshaws lined up in rows of heads and tails, swaying across the city on Sany Street, immediately attracted the attention of some young reporters, but he seemed to have no sign of a big deal when he came out today.

Rectangular flags were erected on both sides of these rickshaws, one side was: "Holy Mother's Love" and the other side was "Help the Poverty and the Weakness". It was also the banner of the Emperor's Eternal Eun launching the "Sending Love to the Elderly and Widowed Old People in Longchuan" yesterday. Weng Quanguang sat in the second rickshaw and occasionally stuck his head out from under the awning to say hello to the people he knew, of course he smiled:

"Boss Huang, where are you going in the hot weather? Will you let my car take you there?"

"Uncle Li, when I see you, remember to let you vote for me."

"Reporter Qi Da, didn't go to Dongjiang today? Hurry up and go to Juxian Building of my wharf, and there is iced sour plum soup to serve."

"Ha, little reporter, which newspaper you are from? Hey hey hey hey, don't run away with the car. It's nothing big. I'll go on a walk. Don't have heatstroke and culture is so precious."

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This seems like a normal trip for candidates, and they are in love with the people along the way. After a few steps, most of the reporters went to the dock to drink sour plum soup, which must be given for free.

Not for nothing? He dares to destroy him by the newspaper

Weng Quanguang and his party walked around Sany Street and stopped at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau. Weng Quanguang lifted his robe and got out of the car and headed straight to the Public Security Bureau. He did not forget to shake hands with the voters along the way, and took off his hat and smiled at the police officer. He said on purpose without asking himself: "Yesterday a reporter asked me that he was stolen in a hotel. I came to Lao Ou and talk about how to catch thieves to defend Longchuan Anjing. The election is for the people to make the people profit. As a powerful candidate, I have no choice but to do so haha."

"Aren't the thieves all under the control of the mountain pig?" Everyone in front of the Public Security Bureau thought to themselves with a smile on their faces.

Of course, no one dared to say it to him, but just smiled and watched the black boss enter the game. The people who received his gift were very honored. They said in their stomachs: "This guy has become a xin because of the election... I deserve it. I am very happy today. Weng Quanguang is polite to me. It means that the election is good. Those big guys are polite in front of me. If the lottery can be made, it would be good."

Weng Quanguang hurried to find the acting director Ou Xingsun, naturally not for some thief. In fact, he was blackmailed by Ou Xingsun.

Yesterday, Ou Xingsun asked someone to let him know: Young Master Bao was gritting his teeth and was about to lose his candidate qualifications, and he wanted to find a box of evidence that fell into Ou Xingsun's hands. These evidences were left by the original Inspector Xi Shengmo, which was a sorting and sorting out clues and evidence of various criminal behaviors in Longchuantang. Although it was temporarily pilgrimage to Weng Quanguang from the center of Astronomy Network, if Young Master Bao relied on his influence to do it seriously and investigate and launch a tornado, it might really blow Weng Quanguang.

When Director Zhang was in the past, Ou Xingsun, one of the two heroes of the Inspector, was originally from Weng Quanguang and his gang. He ate Weng Quanguang and protected Longchuantang. However, now in the election, too many forces in the capital were coming in, and the power structure of the small county town was naturally crushed. Under this unlàn pattern, everyone was a little confused and did not know the price of the goods that were clearly marked. As the acting director, Ou Xingsun was very unscrupulous this time: as the evidence to destroy the box of evidence and protect Weng Quanguang's price, he offered 4,500 silver dollars, and asked Weng Quanguang to give it to him within two days.

This is blackmail - Weng Quanguang certainly thinks so.

And it is a one-time transaction blackmail.

Weng Quanguang can understand why "old friend" Ou Xingsun did this,

Because in terms of newspapers and various rumors, the former director and Xi Shengmo who rebelled were usually dismissed by the former mayor, and the action had been decided by the court as legal. So although Ou Xingsun is very glorious now with the captain of acting director, Director Zhang, who is under investigation in the capital, once the official position is restored, let alone the acting director of the bird, Ou Xingsun may not even be a two-hero. The old enemy Xi Shengmo must have been on his head. The first shot killed the mayor's relative who was holding a gambling and drug trafficking in Fujian teahouses.

The power chairs of the county security bureau need to change, and it is not conducive to Ou Xingsun's changes. The so-called "official people go to the cold tea" seems to be wrong. Like Zheng Abao and Zhong Jialiang have never come in at all, but they have influence, so the tea is all hot. The correct statement should be that if the chair is not in the tea, it will cool, and if there is a chair, there will be hot tea.

Very, Ou Xingsun’s jā chair position needs to be retracted, and the tea may still be hot, but it is definitely not as hot as before.

What would Ou Xingsun think at this moment? Of course, he would take advantage of the short time he was sitting in the big chair for a while and it would be possible to make money. Otherwise, after the election, when Director Zhang came back, perhaps the tea money given to him by Longchuantang would be reduced. When Bingsheng was making a pig in front of the election, Ou Xingsun defected to Liu Guojian. He had sold Longchuantang. This guy didn't even think about the loyalty of the world when encountering major events. Weng Quanguang remembered this account very clearly, Ou Xingsun also knew that Weng Quanguang would remember very clearly, and Weng Quanguang also knew that Ou Xingsun knew that he would remember very clearly. If he couldn't remember clearly, there was only one situation, that is, Ou Xingsun's chair was moving forward, and this was impossible, so everyone could not remember it well.

So Weng Quanguang wanted to suppress this crisis and give some money, but he neither believed in the crisis in Ou Xingsun's mouth nor would he give so much money.

Who knows what the evidence is? Who knows if Ou Xingsun is bluffing himself? Besides, so much money fell out in vain? Why should I give Ou Xingsun your hard-earned money? Even before, if I hadn't asked for official advice, Weng Quanguang wouldn't want to take it out.

As long as you survive the election, Zheng Abao and Zhong Jialiang's forces will immediately leave Longchuan. Who would still want to mess with him? Zheng Abao gritted his teeth and did not have a grudge against Weng Quanguang, but for the imperial eunuch behind him.

Weng Quanguang knew these things in his mind.

And he hadn't told the emperor's benefactor Song Dongsheng yet, and he couldn't tell you. You have to figure out whether you can really report it. If it is true, you are not afraid. No evidence can be collected, otherwise wouldn't involve him? Otherwise, wouldn't Xi Shengmo's infatuated be able to do anything to him?

So today I only have ten yuan in my wallet. I have to check the situation first, talk from Ou Xingsun's mouth, and then stabilize Ou Xingsun, and delay time as much as possible. When Director Zhang comes back or the election is over, who will still bird him? At that time, maybe he has become a member of parliament. No, Director Zhang will take the initiative to curry favor with him. As for Ou Xingsun, if he loses his status, he will be a little beggar police officer for the pig in the future.

He led his two subordinates into the Public Security Bureau building and entered the building from the sun that was peeling. Although his eyes suddenly turned black, the cold feeling wrapped around everyone, as if he had entered the dark rock don. Weng Quanguang and others closed their eyes but took a deep breath, enjoying it very much.

However, after sitting in Ou Xingsun's office for a long time, no one was seen. The feeling of heat just now came back. Weng Quanguang couldn't help but go out and entered Ou Xingsun's deputy office with a familiarity. Looking at the police officer behind the desk, he shouted as if at his home: "Xiao Wang, where is Director Ou? Didn't he make an appointment at 10 o'clock? I'm still anxious to send love to the widowed old man today. He won't do anything, right?"

"Our boss is not here, and I don't know where to go." Xiao Wang replied with his head raised.

"Not here? Why are you asking me to do if you are not here?" Weng Quanguang's expression was fooled.

At this moment, a police officer laughed behind Weng Quanguang and said, "Mr. Weng?"

Weng Quanguang turned his head and saw that it was Ou Xingsun's other subordinate standing in the corridor, who was doing paperwork, and he was naturally very familiar with him. Ou Xingsun turned around and asked, "Azhi, do you know where your boss is?"

The man named Azhi smiled and said, "The man Zheng Abao and Zhang Qijie are blocking our boss alive and dead. The boss dares not work on the first floor. If it is not a big deal, Xiao Wang will say he is not here. He has been working in the information room on the third floor, so you can hurry up and go alone to discuss things."

"Stop him?" Weng Quanguang turned his head and looked. Although there were people coming and going in the corridor, there were police officers, suspects, and civilians who reported the case, no one seemed to be from the Liberal Party.

Although he was puzzled, Weng Quanguang hurriedly went up to the third floor by himself, thinking in his heart whether Ou Xingsun was adding pressure to his acting role.

The first floor of the Public Security Bureau was noisy, but the second floor was much quieter. When Weng Quanguang carried his robe to the stair platform on the second and third floor, he could feel that the third floor was very quiet and could not be seen by a single figure.

Weng Quanguang, a regular visitor to the Public Security Bureau, was not surprised: this three-story building was built by the county magistrate who was born in the Han Society of Hong Kong. It was the one who made Li Guangxi look frowning and the first standard Western building in the county. The Public Security Bureau was also the one who brought the Western building drawings from his relatives. The court paid for it. Although the county magistrate was lost due to corruption, the relatives must have made money, but there was no problem with this drawing. The relatives were always repairing part of the yamen and did not cut corners. However, the miscellaneous pieces were completely repaired according to the drawings and would not be modified. The drawings were the prototype of a Western building in Hong Kong.

The British in Hong Kong built a sewer, but Longchuan had no sewer at all. They all rely on the drainage of various small rivers and ditches that run across the old city. You live on three floors and it is very elegant, but what should you do when you go to the toilet? The Public Security Bureau has a fashionable and fashionable western toilet on each floor, and the pipes lead to the first floor - and then there is no more

There is no sewer, and the pipe can only stick behind the building like a drain pipe. The county magistrate's relatives have no problem in managing the toilet at all. They have not even dug an underground cesspool. Without a sewer connection, they just stick the sewage pipe in the luyu sky.

Therefore, if you dare to use the toilet in the Public Security Bureau building, the shit will flow directly under the window of Director Zhang’s office.

Even if you use a large wooden barrel under the sewage pipe, it won’t work. Guangdong is so hot and the Public Security Bureau has so many people. After using it for a day, the entire Public Security Bureau will immediately smell like a cesspool. Who dares to use it?

Moreover, the technology of this building in the Public Security Bureau is also relatively poor. The sheriffs were very enthusiastic about not only the foreign buildings, but they might have to use the legendary "tap water". However, the construction funds made by the county magistrate need to be embezzled and laundered for relatives. Of course, they will not buy you expensive steam engines and coals, so they directly wiped out the rooftop water storage buckets of the steam engine on the drawings. As a result, the sheriffs went into the building with full expectations and saw that there was no water pipe.

Western toilets are all flushed with water, which means that if you want to flush the toilet on the third floor, you have to pick up the water bucket one by one to the third floor and fill the water tank. If the toilet is replaced with a large Chinese wooden barrel, this is not a mountain but a building. There is no wind everywhere, and the smell can kill the people on the first floor. Moreover, you have to transport the toilet full of shit up and down three floors regularly - this is even worse than the monks on the mountain. At least they can pull in the wind on the top of the mountain.

So Director Zhang was helpless and nailed all the toilets on the three floors three days after entering the building. He mobilized all the police officers and prisoners to dig a Chinese toilet at a speed. Everyone went to the toilet and later dug a second and a third one.

In this way, it is obvious that the scenery on the third floor is good, but you have to drink and drain water and drain water for three floors. Who wants to use the third floor?

Therefore, most of the public security bureaus are concentrated in the bungalows on the first floor and behind. There are fewer people on the second floor, and fewer people on the third floor. You can often see a thin layer of dust covering the stairs, like a ghost building.

Everyone in Longchuan knows this. Because when Director Zhang was investigating the Hong Kong county magistrate's dereliction of duty and profit, everyone pushed him. He cried and took the imperial envoy to visit the third floor and toilet of the Public Security Bureau, proving that this public security bureau building was a corruption project that made profits for the county magistrate, and it caused countless police officers in the bureau to be unsmoothed and even failed to raise the road (he spread rumors, everyone was not stupid, and few people were stationed on the third floor); Li Guangxi's building was better because there were few people.

Weng Quanguang put down the corner of the robe he held in his hand at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, took off his sunglasses and put it carefully in his inner pocket, put the civilized stick on the stairs. He looked up and saw that the end of the stairs on the third floor was a popular curved ruler shape. There was a two or three meters horizontal bar to the right at the end of the stairs, which allowed you to look down at the first stairs on the second floor. The horizontal bar was only half a person high, so from the corner, no one could see it at a glance. He raised his head and shouted to the quiet third floor: "Old Ou Lao Ou"

He wants to maintain his majesty and show that he is a promising strong candidate. He shocked the Sun in his momentum and did not lose the price. Otherwise, Ou Xingsun's little head confused and blackmailed wildly. If he really adds làn to his election, this is a mess.

After screaming twice, the upstairs was quiet, and it seemed that Ou Xingsun would not run out to greet him. Weng Quanguang hummed with contempt, and lit the stairs with a slap, and rushed to the third floor.

On the third floor, Weng Quanguang stretched his head and looked left and right. There was no one in the corridor. Room én was all closed. Although he was familiar with the Public Security Bureau, he certainly didn't know what information room he had to shake his head and shout again: "Old Ou Lao Ou, I, Weng, are you here?"

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps below. Weng Quanguang turned around in confusion, walked forward two steps, grabbed the curved railing of the stairs on the third floor, and looked down, and saw a black head rushing up the stairs from the second to third floors.
Chapter completed!